Talk Shit, Get Hit.

[Circe]

Circe shouted at Fawkes, "Good luck bro! Ta both!" Clearly thinking it fine for him to flirt with the professional fighter, danger of doing so just part of the fun in her mind.

Her eyes briefly scan the room for anything interesting.

  Is that Penny

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2019-02-12 08:53:21		Circe rolls 6 to Perception (10 Again)		3, 3, 3, 3, 6, 8		1 success

As she does so she talks with Matt, "So what do ya prefer fer up close? I'll use whatever is at hand but a full bottle works best fer improvised. Sports equipment too. Oh, and do ya have any preferences fer distance fighting?" That was a loaded question. What can she say, she was probing for clients. And the guy didn't seem like a cop.

And, wait a minute was that Penance. "Penny?! Hiya! Ya can come over here if ya wanna talk!"

[Matt Joule]

"Oh. Me?" Matt actually blushes a little, like Circe has asked something really personal in asking about his fighting style.

He pauses and then leans down close to her and says much more quietly than his normal speaking voice, just to her like telling an intimate secret to a rare, like-minded soul, "I like to bite 'em. It's weird, but works, a lot better than you might think. Grab 'em or knock 'em down and tear into 'em. And I don't do distance. I just get close, fast or sneaky." he confides.

[Blackbird]

Blackbird's smile remained as Alice spoke.

"I'm sure you have more," the neonate says in response to Alice's comment regarding tricks. Despite her playful tone, Blackbird's expression still likely seems cold to those not among the ranks of the Kindred. Such was the curse of the those unfortunate dead who had weathered degradation, but, if she had her way, this would change. Soon.

Then came the impassive man who stood near where Atticus once had. "It seems you have an admirer," Blackbird offers, "Although it's not hard to see why. What we saw was not just a simple trick."

As Atticus pulled her close, Blackbird did not resist, resting against his chest at the signal. It was interesting to feel him breathe. The Traditions had to be maintained after all, thus the dead inhaled just as the living did. More than simple observation of their condition, the Daeva liked to be doted on. It helped that the Savage appealed to her vanity and her hunger for praise.

Atticus' name drop fit the Gangrel well. Blunt and direct. No bullshit.

[Phoenyx]

Phoenyx leers at the unnamed man as he comments on her form, but relaxes as he explains himself. "Not professional. Just a dedicated amateur," she responds drily.

The Arrow gives Atticus a nod for his introduction, and looks back to Beth as she leans against him. Clearly something going on there, even for someone as socially unobservant as she was. She arches an eyebrow at Beth, a hint of a smile on her lips. "Maybe."

She looks back to the ring and around, casting around for a topic. "So. any of you fight? Or just here to watch?"

[Circe]

Circe opened her mouth at Matt's dark admission. Her tongue pokes her upper right canine. She shakes her head, "Yeah I ain't got the teeth fer that. I can tell harmfully horrid jokes, good decoy ta start. And if I'm tryin' ta be civil I'd go kick balls, trip knee, knee chin, then eyes."

Then more quietly she adds. "If I'm bein' brutal it'd be lead ta the brain."

[Matt Joule]

Matt nods down at Circe as if she has just shared a profound observation on life, and drains another beer.

"Yeah. Use what you got." he murmurs in a deep, reflective tone.

[Circe]

"Yup. Unless yer lookin' fer something funny. Like a taser as it can make 'em piss their pants. Or a bad joke ta freeze 'em up so ya can cold cock 'em." Circe is chipper as she speaks. Then she lifts her right hand with the index and middle finger raised.

"Hey pal, humor me so I can demonstrate the second trick. Cause if it makes ya pause it works," the smile is now up to shit eating, "Ahem. Knock Knock."

[Fawkes]

Fawkes tilts his head at the woman's question. "I'm a bouncer. I'll jump in if it's boring...put down the idiots," his attention trails to the drunken pair windmilling around the ring in an unfocused flurry.

"Why are you here? This skill level is beneath you." The man's voice is eerily monotone and it's ambiguous whether he is being condescending. Either he had a practiced eye for this sort of thing, or had entirely missed her humble insistence that she was a wannabe.

[Blackbird]

To Alice's question, 'Beth' merely shakes her head.

"My interest is not related to direct participation," she says, "There is a certain primal beauty to fighting when the circumstances are right. Consider me an admirer of the art."

Blackbird wasn't here to fight. She was here in part to study in hopes of potentially expanding her influence down the line, but she had ultimately come to be entertained.

"A shame," Blackbird teases as she looks to Atticus, "I enjoy seeing you work."

Her face plainly showed the statement wasn't a deception. Atticus had proven he was capable in a fight. Still, their was a slight pout to Blackbird's expression. Atticus' last display of his skill had come when Blackbird had been too distracted to fully appreciate his ability. Murdering a family will do that to you.

Then came the blunt question of the monotonous bouncer. Sensing the potential of a new conflict, Blackbird said nothing at first, merely sitting back and allow her gaze to shift from Fawkes, to Alice, and back again.

"Are we to presume that you feel your talents will give Alice more of a challenge?" Blackbird asked. She didn't bother to try and pose the question innocently. They were all in a den of violence and she had made her views on the festivities clear. The prospect of seeing Alice fight someone a little more on her level was an exciting one.